Chapter Ninety-Four

Summary: She sacrificed a lot for her brother so he could escape hell. Now in isolation, will she find her own happiness or will war come knocking once more?

Author Note: this is going to be a drabble, so chapters will be anywhere between 100-600 words.

Chapter Ninety-Four

At the sound of snapping twigs and thudding steps Garrett shot up with a growl, his body twisting so he was leaning over his weakened mate with bared teeth. One hand sat on her hip while the other curled into a claw.

Protect… kill… protect… kill… danger… danger…

“Mistress,” Charlie’s voice called out displeased.

Garrett blinked and rocked back as his mates prodigies step out of the tree line, three men bound and gagged over their shoulders but thankfully unconscious. He eyed the three men, he knew deep down that they were friendly of course but his instincts screamed that they were near his wounded mate.

Fredrik pushed out a wave of calm as he slowly moved closer, palms open and eyes down. “I need to put her into a trance Garrett… I need to push through the negative emotions she is feeling.”

“Do not come closer,” Garrett warned, snapping his teeth at the male… at Fredrik.

Holding his hands up Fredrik slowly lowered himself on the ground until he was lying. “Mon Coeur, will you and Charles run a perimeter. Make sure that the Major does not try and come back or that any other is out there.”

Oliver jerked but nodded, his eyes drifting from his mate to his Mistress and the very angry mate of his Sire. Reluctance was strong but he gave his mate a sharp nod before turning and dashing off into the trees, Charles headed in the opposite direction.

Garrett felt something press against him, the familiar shift and tug of Sabel’s shield, the shimmer of it in the corner of his eye. Even now when unconscious as she was, she still protected him.

The familiar soothing wave of Fredrik’s power had the darkness in her mind easing allowing her to drift to the sounds of her Mates rumble, to the scent that was uniquely his. He would keep her safe while she drifted… Fredrik will keep him safe and explain.

“Do you know what is wrong?” Garrett asked through clenched teeth, at least it wasn’t a snarl.

Fredrik sighed. “You know the stories of Enyo… I can tell you that all of them are true, the brutal ruthlessness that she is known for was never exaggerated but what people look over is the fact that it’s only a show. She feels the pain deep down, can’t stand the things she does for those she needs to protect and sometimes her mind just… its Shell Shock so to speak.”

Garrett paused for a beat as he slowly pulled his mate towards where the three men lay. He knew of the term, he made sure to keep himself in the now. “How long does it last?”

“It’s hard to say.” Fredrik admitted slowly. “The longest has been three days where Charles, Oliver and I distracted the bitch of a ‘Mistress’ so she could recover. Hopefully with you being here and bonded it will aid her more.”

There was no reply beyond the low rumble of Garrett’s purr and the thick scent of blood and even though Fredrik could not feel others emotions and learnt to see them in other ways knew that Garrett was… not pleased by the answer but calmer.